City, Night, Six

That blue in the distance is not a fragment, but don't ask me what it is - my mind is elsewhere. In a day, I will be making the long journey to Bremen to see Intronaut. Okay, it's not that long, but the trip requires a fair amount of planning and I will only be home in the middle of the next day. But who cares, right? Seeing Intronaut play in person for a measly hour is worth two days of excruciating exhaustion. (Okay, it's not that exhausting.)